The-rub
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The Rub |
Title text: Wow, uncle murdered your Dad and now you've killed your friends and family? That's a real bump in the ol' bowling alley, Hamlet. |
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- Sometimes I wish you could just get shakespeare in plain modern language, so you can tell what's going on.
- Are you crazy? Have you read this stuff?
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- To die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream-ay, - there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause-there's the respect that makes calamity of so long life.
- Do you know what "the rub" is? It's a lumpy patch in a game called bowls.
- So, rephrasing, it's something like "sure, I could end my suffering with death, but the real bump in the bowling alley is maybe after death everything sucks too.
- Wow, archaicism and complexity are doing some important work.
- He literally wrote a whole sonnet about his dick and nobody notices.
- Caption: smbc-comics.com
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- (sonnet 136 is the poetical equivalent of a dick pic)
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